Its been sixteen months since Ive been back home
I make a lot of money I dont know where it goes
All I know is the guitar and the bottle
My daddy was a loaded gun
He said: It aint no fun livin on the road, son
But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow
So I ride and I pick my songs at night at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little to slow
When youre ridin with an Electric Rodeo
Now I cant complain I do alright
Singin my songs in a different town every night
Lookin for a woman to keep me warm tonight
From California to the state of New York
From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore
Wishin I was home with a little girl of my own
And I ride
I make a lot of money I dont know where it goes
All I know is the guitar and the bottle
My daddy was a loaded gun
He said: It aint no fun livin on the road, son
But everywhere I go trouble seems to follow
So I ride and I pick my songs at night at the next big show
My friends they come and they go
And love moves a little to slow
When youre ridin with an Electric Rodeo
Now I cant complain I do alright
Singin my songs in a different town every night
Lookin for a woman to keep me warm tonight
From California to the state of New York
From Dallas, Texas to the streets of Baltimore
Wishin I was home with a little girl of my own
And I ride